ZERO // OUR HERO
In the infinite saga of existence existed a hero named Zero, a figure drawn mysteriously to the ethereal harmonies of a particular timeless masterpiece of street art manifested by sounds in the city. This human being, a dual artisan bound by the rigid chains of convention, found his spirit resonating with each idea, each word, weaving his existence into a grand, ironic tapestry.
A hymn of diamonds — brilliant, raw, uncut — first sparked a silent rebellion within him. Shackled by the cold precision of digits, he longed for a burst of radiant color, a life less ordinary. Much like a gemstone yearning to break free from the stone, the longing for uncharted realms of creativity echoed within his core, a poignant metaphor for his confined existence.
The small batch of artworks ushered in a stark critique of societal machinery. Our hero, Zero, found himself a cog in this cold, unfeeling apparatus, his dreams gradually becoming casualties of societal norms. A cog he may have been, yet the grinding gears within filled him with a sense of unsettling unease, a silent plea for peace and mind.
A bitter serenade to success then reverberated through his consciousness. Upon scaling the steep summit of his chosen lust for life, he found it empty of joy. The taste of victory was as bitter as ashes in his mouth, the spoils of success a mocking illusion, a hollow accolade that weighed heavily on his spirit.
A soulful aroma of longing then filled the air. A nostalgic yearning for a lost version of himself - a being who dared to dream, feel, and create. A profound irony twisted the knife deeper; the destination he yearned for was not a physical locale but a state of existence seemingly galaxies away.
As the cycle of brilliant creations reached its inevitable conclusion, a renewed call to let the inner gemstone shine resonated with our hero. He had endured the cold embrace of irony, the fake plastic life of success, and the emptiness gnawing at his soul. He bid farewell to the world of cold numbers, opting to splash vibrant colors on the canvas of his life.
Thus, his existence assumed a curious mirror image of the timeless masterpiece he so revered. Freeing himself from societal expectations, he began to embody his true persona. The haunting affairs continued to echo within, reminding him of his journey's transformative power.
Much like his iconic masterpieces woven into the fabric of history, our hero, Zero, tale offered no clear resolutions. Instead, it beckoned introspection and an unyielding quest for authenticity. Much like the timeless harmony of artistic masterpieces, the journey of existence emphasizes that the true essence lies not in the destination but in every breath, movement, creation, and moment along the way.
– JSPC
The Artist of Wanton
